NO ONE SURVIVED WINOPEQA
I can't believe this is happening to me. Why, why me. Why did I volunteer for this. I'm going to die here. I'm going to die! No one will leave here alive.
"Headris, you okay?" Thompson asked. "I'm, fine". Headris responded. Thompson looks out to the baron wasteland that was once the vast plains of Natat, the third continent on Winopeqa.
"Can you believe our luck? We are actually going to be the ones to end the war! Right here right now." Thompson said with a serene smile on his face. "I can't believe that you believe that propaganda". Headris said with contempt "we are one of the last men in our division left. There were one million Federation troopers on this planet, there are only seven hundred left. We are almost out of phaser cartridges, food, water. And we are about to attack a heavily fortified and well defended enemy line. How can you say that. how can you even think that".
A plasma shell is fired from the opposing side. Headris and Thompson stop there conversation and immediately duck for cover. The shell lands on top of the old infantry barracks, whos use is no longer necessary since what infantry we have left can fit into one barrack.
It took a while for the two to hear it, but there commander had called the men to attention. They quickly do so just in time to see the commander of the invasion forces coming toward them. He stops in font of them and squints his eyes at Headris.
"Lieutenant?" he says to Headris "is that you?". Headris responds. "yes sir, how are you sir." Thompson looks to Headris in surprise. "I haven't seen you since Retoor, is this where you've been all this time?" the commander says with glee. Headris responds again. "Yes sir, they sent me here after you requested my transfer". the smile fades from the commander's face. "right, well come with me, we have some catching up to do. The two leave Thompson behind and go into the command bunker (which was just a runabout that crashed into the ground during the beginning of the campaign and was left there). " Sir" Headris asks. "what are you doing here?" the commander looks down at the ground and smiles. "I've been replaced". " Headris looks at him in confusion. "Replaced Sir?". the commander looks up and tells Headris his story.
"Yes, replaced" he said. "The war is doing fine on the northern and eastern fronts, but the southern front has been in a stalemate for months." Headris interrupts. "How close are they to Winopeqa, Sir?". "how close?" the commander snaps." Winopeqa is about a hundred light years behind enemy lines!". Headris was shocked. "Well if that's the case then why are we still here?" He asks. The commander turns away from Headris. " They found out about everything. About Dehavaland, about the Retoor Pirates, Arizol. Everything". The commander looks back at Headris. "They sent me here to die. They said…they said that they couldn't bare to take me away from my destiny." the commander starts to tear up. Section 31 has reported to Star Fleet that no one survived Winopeqa". the commander walks up to the weapons locker and pulls out a phaser rifle. "what are you doing Sir?" he loads the rifle. "I'm fulfilling my destiny, Headris. We attack at dusk!"
0800 hours. The last seven hundred Federation infantry are lined up behind the trench. There phasers are loaded with one energy cartridge a piece, there is no more ammunition. They look out at the Retip. They are all standing and howling at us. Hundreds of thousands of them. All the men are startled when the commandeer yells out "BAYONETS!". The men know what the Retip do to there enemies that are captured alive after a battle. The commander walked up to the top of the trench and starts to address the men.
"We are all here because….the Federation has deemed us expendable. Whatever you may have heard, Star Fleet will not send us reinforcements. There priorities lie elsewhere. According to the Federation we are all dead. We died here on Winopeqa defending the ideals and freedoms we hold so dear. I am not about to call them liars. We are already dead men, so let us die with honor!"
For some strange reason that sadistic speech roused the spirits of the men and they responded with a loud roar. They all stand with there weapons up in the air and continue the loud roaring. The roars immediately stop when they notice strange flashes in the sky. A battle, the Federation ships that were still orbiting the planet were being attacked by the Retoor Armada. The infantry on both sides stare as a fire ball erupts, slowly falling to the ground. An ensign with binoculars revealed that is was a Federation Oblivion class carrier. Rage engulfs the Starfleet infantry and at that moment the commander held up the batleth given to him by Martok (just before his death on Retoor) and screamed "ATTACK!"
Both sides begin to run towards each other, both sides screaming at the top of their lungs. Just before the charge, Thompson and Headris had a plan to back each other up when the battle started. The two sides finally meet each other at the center of the field. They hit each other with such a powerful and violent force. Headris an Thompson were side by side taking out anything that cross there path. A huge gush of orange blood sprays on the two when a grenade explodes a few meters in front of them. Suddenly, Headris realized that Thompson started to inch away from him. He was starting to be over whelmed by Ret. Headris tried to help Thompson but he too became overwhelmed by the Ret. Headris opened fire on the Retip and manage to free himself up just before he ran out of ammunition. He continued in the direction where he last saw Thompson, but he couldn't find him. A Ret woman jumps on Headris' back and stabs him once with a dagger, no a Federation bayonet. Headris flips her off and crushes her head with the butt of his phaser rifle in frustration. He yells out "THOMPSON, THOMPSON!" no answer. All of a sudden he sees Thompson. He was strummed on the ground lifeless with blood leaking from his stomach and head. "NOOOOOOOOO" Headris howls out. He is infuriated, he begins to go Berserk and cuts down every Ret that crossed his path. He makes it to a clearing where three Federation troopers are trying to protect the dead body of the commander. He lays face flat in the dirt with is batleth is dug deep into his back. Headris sees the three infantry being taken just like Thompson was taken away. He quickly run to help. As Headris passes the commander's body he pulls the batleth out of his back and swings it skillfully at the Ret. Three of the Retip fall and drop one of the men. He yells out "help me!" Headris reaches out to grab him and at the same time finds there is a hole in his hand. He looks to his left and sees that four Ret are pointing Federation rifles at him. As if in slow motion he drops the batleth and swings his phaser rifle into his hand and :click: He was out of ammo. Headris, now realizing he had spent his ammunition already, dropped this phaser rifle. He looked straight up at the Ret, straightened up his uniform, and stood at attention. The Ret were confused with his actions and just stood there while he did it. The battle is over. The battlefield is littered with the bodies of Ret and Federation troopers. Seeing that there compatriots are already reaping the spoils of war they quickly dispose of Headris unceremoniously and join the scavenge. Meanwhile the leader of the Ret forces walks up to the body of the commander. In the ancient Ret traditions he takes the skull from his adversary and places it snuggly over his head. As Section 31 reported, no one survived Winopeqa, And indeed no one has.